For The Record 2009

Ruthlessly enslaved, vexed, and losin’ my mind
Now-a-days the old vets, just peruse from behind
The ways of a warrior with salient psychosis
And an elevated acumen, that I try to supply focus

Viciously scripted, I’m a malevolent man
And it’s a miracle, that you’re even relevant fam
I’m God’s gift, but you won’t hear divine thoughts
But I’ma spit truth, til I’m put in a pine box

My heart goes on the track, I’m just pourin’ my life
And I could give a s**t less if I’m on tour with a mic
Its been a long time comin’, but it’s the resurgence of he
That brought the truth to the record, knows what his purpose to be

When it comes to real hip hop, you know I stay true to this
Go and pull a Jay move, and borrow a line from Ludacris
Cause even to the grave, I’ll say “Death To This Fake S**t”
Even if I have to go to Mars in a Kanye-stolen Spaceship